Sweet Sacrifice

The door felt red hot, as though a fire was burning behind it. She pressed an ear to the wood—but there was no crackle. No smoke. Just deep, heavy breathing…and a curious dripping sound. Her hand was on the doorknob. Inside the room, somebody giggled—low, throaty, sadistic. Then a ripping sound, followed by snaps and crunches. Her hand turned. The door opened. Hell was revealed.

Erika Williams is about to learn three things: The world is viscous. Magic is possible. Greek mythology isn’t a myth.

A horrifying new adventure begins…

(inspired by the song "Sweet Sacrifice" by Evanescence)